The white clouds in front of Kuangren Chu were rubbed by him, and they turned into a snowy Cangshan Mountain, a half-moon, and a pillow of breeze.

It was obvious that Kuangren Chu was waiting for Master Zhenwu here. When Master Zhenwu did not arrive, he slept on this cloud.

With the breeze as his pillow and the bright moon as his companion, the snow-laden Cangshan Mountain turned into his quilt.

This... is a practice unique to Kuangren Chu.

Then the white crane flapped its wings and flew into the white clouds.

The Cangshan Mountain, the bright moon, and the gentle breeze were all blown away by the wings of the white crane.

Kuangren Chu was sitting in the sky, not angry: "The mountain master is leaving now?"

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain saluted Kuangren Chu and said, "It has been more than two months since I came down the mountain. If I don't go back, those monsters under Zhenwu Mountain will cause trouble in the world."

"Give up?" Chu Kuangren grinned and turned his head and said, "You came to Taixuanjing and looked at Lu Jing for such a long time. You were obviously very fond of him, but you gave up the idea of ​​accepting him as your disciple just because of a hexagram?

"

Master Zhenwu smiled bitterly: "Wouldn't this be better? Lu Jing is a disciple of the library. If I accept him as a disciple, the gentlemen on the fourth floor may complain about the poor Taoist."

Chu Kuangren shook his head: "Bai Guanqi has no intention of accepting Lu Jing as his disciple. It doesn't matter if Lu Jing's magical talent is said to be peerless.

If Zhenwu Mountain can gain such a good disciple, Emperor Zhenwu will have one more person who truly walks in this world.

Mountain Master, are you not moved?"

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain fell silent. It was not until the sun set over Qianshan Mountains and a ray of west wind came that he looked down at the blood stains on his body.

This blood stain was obtained by his divination.

This is Lord Zhenwu’s own blood.

"Lu Jing's talent really makes my heart beat. There are countless talented people like Lu Jing in the world on one finger."

Kuangren Chu took over what Master Zhenwu said: "However, there is only one peerless genius like Lu Jing who has no master."

Lord Zhenwu's face was filled with sadness, but there was no struggle in his eyes.

"Having said that, I have learned from the divination that Lu Jing has entered the chess game. If he inherits my Zhenwu Mountain and becomes the Zhenwu Emperor and walks around the world, if one day he becomes a sharp sword for killing immortals, I am afraid that the monsters under my Zhenwu Mountain will be able to escape.

Already."

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain let out a long breath: "I can still live for a while, and I can still suppress it. Emperor Zhenwu has his own authority, and there may be another person who is qualified to become the Lord of the Mountain."

Chu Kuangren raised his brows slightly and said: "Emperor Chongtian and Dafu's chief assistant planned to kill the immortal. It started after the fall of Lutan and the spiritual tide was stolen, so the chess piece for killing the immortal was not Lu Jing.

Although the master of Zhenwu Mountain, Lu Jing, is extremely talented, he is still too young after all, and may not be able to possess the ability to kill the Heavenly Que Immortal when the spiritual tide arrives.

Don’t you want to take a gamble?”

The Chu people smiled and talked, and they were good at tempting.

Master Zhenwu shook his head: "I can't afford to gamble."

Kuangren Chu stopped laughing, shook his head and cursed: "What kind of situation can you become if you are as timid as a mouse?"

Lord Zhenwu is a monk with a seemingly peaceful personality. When Chu Kuangren scolded him, he frowned coldly and said mockingly: "You are the leader of the world's magical powers. You can see the world's magical powers at a glance, and you also hold the authority of heaven and earth.

The energy is at your command.

If you cherish your talent, why not accept that genius as your disciple?

With your guidance, maybe he won’t become a pawn for killing immortals, and he won’t become a sharp blade only used for killing immortals!”

Kuangren Chu snorted coldly: "You think I don't dare?"

Master Zhenwu smoothed his sleeves, puffed his beard and glared: "If you dare, just go and take it away, why would you stop me?

I don't dare, but I don't dare because of the monsters under Zhenwu Mountain. If I don't have shackles on my body, and I just guard the Taoism of Emperor Zhenwu, Madman Chu... Taoist priests also have tempers, and you are not the only madman in the world."

Kuangren Chu stood up and patted the gown on his body, as if patting away the contaminated white clouds.

He turned his head and looked at the three states of Chong'an and said: "I have been rampant in my life, and there are countless heroes in the world who want to take the head off my neck and use it as a cup for drinking wine.

And I still have to go to the appointment. I don't think I will lose, but I may die in Chong'an Sanzhou.

I am not afraid of Emperor Chongtian or their Immortal-killing chess game, but the Yellow Crane Tower incident made me aware... Once you are not alone, you must always consider the people who are traveling with you."

"If I accept him as my disciple, but die in the Three Prefectures of Chong'an, the original bumps in his path may turn into an abyss where he will fall to his death, which will actually harm him."

When Chu Kuangren said this, he gently waved the green jade staff in his hand and said: "Old Taoist priest, when I go to that appointment and when I return safely, I will definitely accept Lu Jing as my disciple.

Not for anything else, just to watch Mr. Chess."

"At that time, even if he already had other masters, I would snatch him from my knees."

Master Zhenwu touched the head of the white crane in front of him and said disapprovingly: "Can you survive under King Chong'an?"

"Moreover, Emperor Chongtian intends to train Lu Jing. Whether Lu Jing can survive until then is anyone's guess."

Chu Kuangren casually waved his hand and hit the green jade staff.

A gust of wind came and swept the white crane and the master of Zhenwu Mountain.

In just an instant, Bai He and Master Zhenwu disappeared.

"This old Taoist priest is really arrogant." Chu Kuangren cursed secretly, and the white clouds in the distance gathered and supported his body.

White clouds flowed past, heading towards Taixuanjing, until they reached the sky above the Nanguo Duke's Mansion.

In the Duke's Mansion of Nanguo, Lu Jing and Nan Feng were sitting in their sleep, drinking against each other.

Lu Jing's clear eyes were open, and he was different from the ordinary young man. At this time, his face was full of yearning, and he listened carefully to Nan Fengmian's words.

Nan Fengmian was talking about the strange people and strange things he encountered during his travels. Occasionally he would talk about some tragic things, and the two of them would always be silent for a while and drink a glass of wine.

"Practice hard and don't be lazy."

From time to time, Nan Fengmian would turn his head and scold Nan Xuehu, who was gritting his teeth and practicing his sword. This scene was very enjoyable.

In the distance, Nan Heyu's looming spirit is always watching here.

She always wondered why her sixth uncle, who seemed to have a free and easy temperament, but never interacted closely with others, and who seemed to have a mountain in his heart, liked Lu Jing so much.

On the white clouds, Kuangren Chu looked at young Lu Jing and young Nan Fengmian with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

He thought of the scholars who traveled with him to the Yellow Crane Tower, Parrot Island, and even the whole world, and thought of the green onion pancakes in the scholars' backpacks to satisfy their hunger.

Weeping willows and flying flowers fill the village with fragrance, wine flags warm the wind and young people go wild.

At that time, he met Mr. Guanqi by chance. He was already famous all over the world and was one of the leaders in the world.

Mr. Guanqi is a romantic and talented man, but because of an ordinary remark from a scholar, he left Taixuanjing, traveled around the world, and saw things that were never seen in books.

The two met by chance and spent the whole day drinking and looking for their way.

Drunk and lying in the mountains, I wake up and rush on my way.

Looking back now, many years have passed.

He is still the leader of magical powers in the world, but Mr. Guanqi is no longer the romantic and talented man. Time is not reserved for talented people, but in the wind, rain and darkness, he has changed a lot and become a strong man in the world.

However...what about the strong? There will always be helplessness.

Now let’s look at Lu Jing and Nan Fengmian in the Duke of Nanguo’s mansion.

These two people, one big and one small, both have great ambitions in their hearts, and can also see the injustice and blood and tears in the world.

"But in the end, will they be like Mr. Guanqi and me?"

Chu Kuangren hid on the clouds and watched the two of them drinking.

It's obviously looking down from the top, but it seems like I'm hiding behind a dilapidated wall, peeking at the two figures with stars in their eyes.

Their light shines on Chu Kuangren.

This unparalleled leader of magical powers actually felt a little dazzling.

Another wisp of wind came from the distance.

A strong wind blew, and in the small pavilion of Nanguo Gongfu, the paper Lu Jing had just written on was blown everywhere, and several young men in green clothes were hurriedly picking it up.

But on the budding flower stamens in the distance, there was a butterfly standing quietly.

Kuangren Chu saw the papyrus and the butterfly.

The wind can blow up many pieces of tissue paper, but it cannot blow away a butterfly.

"The power of life does not lie in obedience."

A smile appeared on Kuangren Chu's lips: "It's always good to be energetic."

When the strong wind subsided, Master Zhenwu, who had been blown many miles away by the wind, had his hair loose and looked a little embarrassed.

But his face was full of smiles, like a child whose plan had succeeded.

"Kangren Chu's ability to accept Lu Jing as his disciple is also Lu Jing's good fortune. It does not mean that he was buried."

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In the secret room of Hengshan Mansion.

White bones, flesh and blood, skin, long hair, pungent stench.
To be continued...